but that’s not all—
is it so hard to spell you
in a text? how would u feel?
(and I would like to) remove her vowels,
make her name lazy.
because to me, she’s just an lol.
(her favorite poetry is
probably the fortunes
from split cookies.)
your applause of her tequila
hoe-down, after telling me you’d never
love someone who drinks too much:
so what, I say, at least I’ve got
my ending s covered, my apostrophes sharp.
after all, when I say he’s mine
there’s no question of the possessive—
my apostrophes are indelible.